A month ago, Mo Li was sitting in the office watching leisurely reading the idle books to pass the time, but now Mo Li has accepted the fact that he has traveled to another world and has become a child.

I have experienced the plots of novels before. I feel very fantastic once. And that extreme sense of integration is definitely 100 million times more uncomfortable than the one described in the book.

What is fused is not the body, but the soul.

One is the soul named Mo Li from the earth in 2019, and the other is the soul of the nameless little beggar from Xinliang City, Jing'an Empire, the Jing old empire of the Shenren Continent.

The fusion of the two souls made Mo Li uncomfortable for several days. Fortunately, he was still Mo Li after the fusion, or he was both Mo Li and an unknown little beggar.

Mo Li is the head of the Affairs Department of the Bureau of Ethnic Affairs and Religious Affairs, a young section chief who is known as the Encyclopedia of Ethnic Affairs and Religious Affairs in the industry, and has a bright future. He is 34 years old this year.

The little beggar is an orphan who lost his parents because of evil spirits and was homeless when he was three years old. He is an orphan who wandered to Licheng with a group of refugees. He is an orphan who is not covered in clothes and food. He is eight years old this year.

Now, Mo Li used the little beggar's thin body to complete his time travel, merged the little beggar's soul, and became a tiny member of the divine grace continent.

It's winter now, and it's raining and Mo Li can't stop trembling. He's dressed in a torn single dress and can only rely on some hay to keep himself cold. The effect is very poor. In the past few days, he has also tried to leave the dilapidated temple where he lives to find something to eat, and even prepares to find some simple errands or chores to feed his stomach, but the result makes him feel helpless.

No one likes a dirty beggar. Places like restaurants and shops will not take beggars, because there are a lot of children from good families who come to help. Who would look down on beggars?

Porters need labor, but it has nothing to do with beggars. Beggars are too thin and have no strength to use them, let alone the eight-year-old beggar like Mo Li.

The only way to get food seemed to be begging. This seemed a bit unacceptable to Mo Li's opinion. His self-esteem made him unable to do such things as begging along the street. Even though he seemed to be a child now, he knew that he was actually an adult.

Mo Li didn't starve to death for more than a month and relied on the wild fruit forest in the suburbs of the city. Although the bright red fruits are not sweet and not delicious, they are non-toxic and can fill their stomachs. This is the secret in the little beggar's heart. Now Mo Li is avoided from starving to death.

"It's too dirty. Maybe it's possible to get me a job after washing it off. If you don't have money, you just need to fill your stomach." Mo Li thought while trembling. But looking at the cold weather outside, he immediately hesitated again. He didn't have a hot bath to take. If he jumped into the river to wash in this weather, he felt that he could jump down but might not be able to crawl out again.

I was so dizzy that I was in the evening, and it was time to make a fire.

It can be tolerated without fire during the day, but if you don’t set fire at night, you will freeze to death. Moreover, Mo Li can pick up very little dry firewood without tools, only enough to light a pile of low fire to keep warm at night.

Light the fire and approach the fire carefully. Soon, most of the cold on Mo Li's body was dispelled.

The warm feeling is so good!

The flint used for lighting was left by an old beggar. Now it is one of Mo Li's few possessions, and the old beggar died half a month ago. He died of an infectious disease, and three weak beggars died together. Otherwise, how could Mo Li be the only one in a natural beggar house like a dilapidated temple?

Other beggars who were already struggling in the dilapidated temple ran away, but Mo Li didn't run away. He knew that he had not been infected, otherwise he would have died long ago. He didn't want to leave this only place where he could hide from the wind and rain.

The dilapidated temple is also in the suburbs of the city, and there are very few people coming and going. It is hard to have a person in a few miles at night. It is terrible. In addition, my stomach is so hungry that I feel uncomfortable, Mo Li always dizzy and sleepy but can't sleep well when leaning against the fire.

Fruits can satisfy hunger, but after all, they are just fruits and they don’t resist hunger.

I don’t know when it was, but Mo Li, who was drowsy and sleepy, was aroused by a gust of cold wind that suddenly blew in. He subconsciously sat up, with his eyes empty, and saw that the door of the dilapidated temple was pushed open, and an old man with a straw hat walked in from outside in a cold air.

"Huh! I thought I had to go into the city to warm up, but I didn't expect that there would be people in the dilapidated temples in this suburb of the city? Haha, good luck!" The old man was very angry. He smiled and took off his hat, put down the bag behind him, rubbed his hands, and walked straight to the edge of the fire and sat down.

Mo Li did not speak, but instead shrank down and moved away from the old man. He ran to the dilapidated temple in the wilderness at midnight. Such people could not belong to ordinary people.

Stay away and treat yourself as air to be more secure.

"The old dog froze to death in the 3949th. Tsk tsk, this ghost weather feels colder than the ice and snow in the north!" The old man took out a few dry and hard steamed buns and a pot of wine from his bag. He took a sip of wine, found a firewood and put it on the steamed buns and roasted it by the fire. Soon a faint smell of wheat spread.

"Gugu..." He was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, and when he smelled the scent of roasted steamed buns, Mo Li's stomach naturally spoke out to protest.

"Haha, boy is hungry? Hey, the old man won't be in vain to roast your fire. We will have two of four steamed buns for each of them." The old man laughed and raised the steamed buns in his hand, indicating that he would divide them when the steamed buns were roasted.

"I...thank you." Mo Li wanted to refuse, but he was still stubborn and could only hesitate to thank him.

The old man was a little surprised. He had traveled around the world for decades, met all kinds of people, and also developed the ability to "see people" and believed that this ability had become perfect. He had just heard a clear hint of "embarrassment" from the tone of the little beggar. Will the beggar feel "embarrassment" about the food he gave to him?

When the steamed buns were half incense, they were hot and soft. The old man did not break his promise and took two off his word and threw them into Mo Li's hand next to him.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Thank you this time, thank you much smoother. The fragrance of the steamed bun made Mo Li feel a little embarrassed that he had just now.

The two worlds are very similar, but they are really similar in terms of steamed buns.

One steamed bun is two taels the size of an adult's palm. It looks big but still can't stand eating, especially Mo Li, who is hungry and red-eyed. In the end, he put a lot of perseverance to resist eating it without two of them. He left most of them as tomorrow's rations.

"Boy, what's your name? Whose person?"

"Mo Li, I heard that he is from Xinliang City."

"I heard?"

"I fled with the refugees at the age of three. I can't remember it clearly. I heard from the old beggar before."

After eating steamed buns, Mo Li felt hot in his body. He sat up straight and his face was not so stiff. He was chatting with the old man without a word.

It was boring talk, but the old man found that the little beggar had a quick mind, steady speech, and was wary of everything, and he would occasionally take some verbal temptations. His words and behaviors were not like what a beggar should have, or even what a child should have.

The old man began to look at the little beggar up and down carefully.

Although this little beggar is dirty and thin, he looks quite elegant. He looks like a kind of spirituality, especially his eyes, which has a kind of calmness that is far more than a child, and a bit weird "crawling"?

This kid is extraordinary!

"Mo Li, I have a trick that's very interesting. Do you want to see it?" The old man took out a piece of black wooden sign from his arms and spread it in his hand and put it in front of Mo Li.

"I don't want to see it." Mo Li shrank back, and he always felt that the old man suddenly smiled a little confused.

"...It's very interesting. Just stick this sign on your forehead."

"What's this?"

"This is called a plaque, for exploring qualifications."

"Qualification? What does it mean?"

"Hey, it's a kind of qualification for cultivation. Stop talking nonsense, put it on your forehead quickly, let me see how qualified you are." Although the old man was a little unreasonable in his words, he seemed to have no malice. He pulled Mo Li next to him and put a small wooden sign on Mo Li's forehead.

"Wait..." Before Mo Li finished speaking, he felt that he could not resist the strength of the old man beside him. His arm was pinched as if it was being clamped by iron pliers. Then he felt a chill on his forehead and then a dizziness came.

Mo Li was dizzy in confusion, but the old man was energetic and his eyes flashed. He saw the black wooden sign sticking to Mo Li's forehead exuding a dazzling purple light.

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple! It is actually the highest level of purple!? This kid's soul actually has such a despicable solidity?! This...this..."

The old man's expression, originally Yun Danfengqing, suddenly collapsed. He stared at him as if he had seen something extremely surprised. His eyes flashed with emotions, shocked, unbelievable, surprised, curious, etc.

When Mo Li regained his mind, he found that the smile on the face of the old man in front of him looked even more strange and intoxicating. Moreover, the magical experience that seemed to have been pulled away from his soul just now made him a little scared, and he understood that the old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Boy, be my apprentice! I will teach you a great skill, okay?"

"Ha?" Mo Li was a little confused.

Seeing that Mo Li didn't seem to understand, the old man was a little anxious, and stood up and took two steps back. Then a golden light suddenly appeared on his hands, as if there were still patterns flashing in the light!

"Swish!"

As the old man waved his hands, he made a sound of breaking through the air. The two crossed invisible forces were cut on the ground three meters away in front of Mo Li, at least three inches deep!

Not only that, there were actually wisps of golden flames at the cutout!

"This..." I thought I would be extremely determined after experiencing such a strange thing, but the incredible scene in front of me still made Mo Li jump up in horror.

Frightened.

Is this magic?

Or martial arts?

Or magic?

Mo Li's horrified expression made the old man very satisfied. He felt that Mo Li was so scared that he looked like a normal little boy.

"How is it? Isn't it very interesting? As long as you want, I can teach you this method. And this method is not very good, and you can learn it in less than two years with your talent."

"Me? Can I learn this?"

"certainly!"

Mo Li swallowed and asked subconsciously: "What is this ability?"
Chapter completed!